Her name was Shannon.
She was super hawt. So hawt that NOBODY had the courage to go talk to her. Me and a bunch of buddies stood there gawking across the summer school quad at her beneath a scorching summer sun, all yammering about how gorgeous she was and what we would do with a girl like that. It occurred to me that we were all so full of crap. All talk, nobody with any intention of walking up to that goddess. So I did it. I knew I would be shot down, but went anyway.
An amazing summer followed. She was deep, funny, gentle and, obviously, beautiful.